Her vision blurred as a stream of bubbles escaped her open mouth.
Icy river water flooded her mouth and nose, her consciousness fading in the biting cold.
Only the instinct to survive kept fighting.
Feng Shan held his breath and reached Natasha's side in a few quick strokes.
The frigid water rushed into his sinuses, making his eyes burn. Ignoring the pain, Feng Shan lowered his head, pressed his mouth to Natasha's slightly parted lips, and exhaled the last of his oxygen into her.
The moment oxygen entered her throat, Natasha latched onto him like a drowning person clinging to driftwood, her hands gripping his head in a death lock.
Survival instincts drove her to frantically suck in that meager bit of air, her ferocity nearly tearing his lips.
UGH!
Feng Shan's head swam. The oxygen was sucked clean from his lungs, leaving his throat burning.
'Idiot woman!!'
'Are you trying to get us both killed?!'
